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My mother is the kind of woman who keeps a spotless home — weeds plucked, laundry folded, shoes packed away. So, when I was 5 years old, she put on her rubber gloves —
By Suri Chan2 years ago in Poets
Take me back to Fuji, to that deserted motel with the rusty pink boats. To that first rainy night — wet socks and honey chips.
